The Idler

I am an idler

Who likes to while the hours away

Doodling, dozing or dreaming

Or just thinking about any ol’ thing

Like, if that woman loves me or not.

I have understood life

Deeply, closely, widely, wildly

And understood it has no purpose

No, not even to find love

Let alone invent something.

And yet we keep inventing

New reasons to keep living,

Keep loving, keep hoping.